Last night, we all left the hospital around 8pm. No one had eaten dinner yet, so I thought it’d be nice if we all went out to eat, and we could talk or whatever… Everyone wanted to go but my mom. So, she went home and went to bed, and Ginger, Gem and I went to get something really quick. We ended up going to La Salsa. Yuck. Really mediocre burrito, but whatever. We got home, and we were just sitting around talking about the layout of the furniture and how it made no sense, nor was conducive to conversation or practicality. So, we thought we would do something nice for my mom; that went she woke up everything would be organized and cleaned and rearranged. I knew she would kind of get upset about this, so I didn’t do anything drastic, just moved a couple chair that we always move around when there is company, and switched a rug from vertical to horizontal. When it was done, it was a world of a difference. Soo much better, and practical, and warm and inviting, and the way we had it you could actually have a conversation with someone while looking at them. Before, all the chairs, 4 of them, were in a row. In a line. It looked like something thrown there that wasnt temporary. In the morning, I woke up to screaming. Screaming like you wouldn’t believe. Like on the verge of tears. ”This is a slap in the face to us!” “We don’t like the table of there!” I like this here, and that over there!!” ”How could you be so presumptuous to think this is better than what we had!” ”If this is what you are going to do, I don’t ever want you over here again!” ”Was this your idea?” ”Was it HER idea?” ”She must have helped you, you couldn’t have done this all yourself!” “Why would you do this?!” I knew she would freak out, but I didnt think it would be to that degree, nor in front of Ginger. I was planning on moving everything back the way it was if she didn’t like it, but she beat me to it. 2 hours of moving and planning and thinking things out for the better was eradicated in 10 minutes. My mom is a machine of routine.
